Soon, I will be underneath the Spanish moss.
Soon, I will be walking through the squares.
Soon, I will be strolling again through endless tombstones.
Soon, I will be succumbed to the smell of pralines.
Soon, I will be drowned by the southern charm.
Soon, I will be perusing the city market.
Soon, I will be hypnotized by the song of Marion on River Street.
Soon, I will be in my own personal paradise.
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